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June 29


by Tim G. Young


the only thing that impresses me now

 is the state of my inebriation

it's not easy, having to try hard

 really pisses me off.

why, i say, oh why, 

must i put up 

with this shit.

can't it just come on and make me happy

as it's going to be today

searchin' searchin' searchin'

makes me too damn tired

i'm trying to relax, motherfucker

i should get paid for this

i want money

a lot of money

or at least a rocket

to get off on.



SPECIAL ADDED ATTRACTION!

a couple of beers, a patty melt,

 and the night turns 70 degrees
 
the fan blows,

 my mind goes and my son helps me see,

 thoughts explode on the horizon 

shining like a street light, 

the traffic makes a woeful sound

 i guess i thought it might.
























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